Taken from Seanbaby.com

Superman has got to be jaded as hell. Besides the crap he has to put up with from Aquaman every day, he can hear the death screams of orphans for thousands of miles in every direction. That kind of thing would get to get to you. When I hear about dynamite ninjas blowing up the president, I don't feel guilty. There's nothing I could have done; I don't know how to defuse a ninja or even where the president lives. Not Superman. He can take every single obituary personally. He can go through the paper and say, "Let's see, this was the bus that fell off the bridge when I was in the bathroom... and here, I was playing ping pong when this family suffocated under tons of rubble... Oh! And I could barely get to sleep while this former skydiver was screaming for help! Ha ha ha!"

I'm surprised he even cares when the Trouble Alert goes off. I'd expect him to say, "Sorry your government building got shrink-rayed, Congressman, but I can hear a baby being circled by vampire hippos right now. Do you want me to let it get torn apart becau-- oh, there. It's dead. Good job, Congressman Selfish Asshole. How about you don't call again until there's a real emergency like poison ivy or a leg cramp?"

Or maybe he's not bitter at all. He does have X-ray vision and a job where he gets to stand near Wonder Woman. He's probably happier than her panties and bustier put together. He might even be happier than a monster booty whenever I drive by with my bumper sticker that says, "I Brake for Monster Booty" that I got from ordering the CD "Monster Booty."